La Primavera

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Through the symphonic voices of nature whose
purity evokes no doubt; insinuate thus realm of
Venus. Lo! at glimpse of hence bewitching sight
we observe the three handmaidens. Thus chassis
veiled along with mist pirouette around in mirth;
Zephyrus preys withΒ avarice and lust fecundates
Flora upon the hearth.

Charites with their visions scheme; plead mercury
roaring abreast of crowd. Closeby Cupid’s murmur
aids; bid clouds above to dissipate. Amid the chaos
Venus chants – roseate glow of flambeau. Lo! eyes
unused begin to flow – anguish, misery, dolor and
woe. The last of leaves cling to bough.

At night thus angels croon and fret;
The tales of yore won’t soon forget.



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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

and Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month


32 thoughts on “La Primavera

  1. Kerry O'Connor says:

    You are very comfortable with this form, Sanaa, and it works well for your style of writing. I like the image of the last leaves clinging to the bough.

  2. Rommy says:

    I like the classical mythological references. When I was a child I was very much afflicted with the need to search out as many of those old stories as possible.

  3. gillena says:

    Can we imagine a world absent of sky: sun by day and stars at night; i guess its our ability not to comprehend the void that keeps our stories alive

    have a nice week Sanaa and thank you for linking in at Monday WRites

    much love…

  4. Khaya Ronkainen says:

    Poem is beautiful as the language you use. It transports me to an era I never lived, and I found myself scanning your site for historical stories, fiction, anything to delve more into your writing. I hope you’ve thought about the possibility, your writing is beautiful.β™₯

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